By The Numbers Ch. 01

"This is what I really like," Sheila said, after taking a long pull from her bottle. "Not a lot of noise, just . . . enjoying the moment. Know what I mean?"

I couldn't help but admire her lean, sexy body again. "I sure don't have any complaints," I said. "Beats the hell out of banging on fryer pans with my mom on the back porch."

Sheila laughed, a genuine, pixyish sound. Her eyes flashed as she looked to me. There was enough light that I could make out every feature of her body, but enough shadow to keep her mysterious. "Your folks do that, too?" she asked.

I laughed and nodded, taking a swig from my bottle. I dug out my smokes, lit two of them at the same time, handed one to her. Sheila took it with a sweet smile. I watched her lips pucker around the filter. It seemed to me that Sheila couldn't do anything without making it look sexual.

"Did, um, you and your boyfriend have a fight?" I asked.

Sheila blew smoke, leaning back with her bottle of SoCo cradled between her perfect breasts. "We've been fighting for a while," she said. Her face suddenly looked sad.

"I'm sorry."

She sighed heavily. "Shit happens, you know?"

I nodded. "Yeah." It was all I could say.

We were both quiet for a long moment, smoking in silence. Sheila finally spoke. "Nate."

"Yeah?" I asked, looking to her.

Sheila was curled up on her side, facing me, her intense eyes glowing in the near-darkness. Her finely-tanned skin looked almost pale. "Have you really only been with two girls?" she asked. "Like, in your whole life?"

I nodded, feeling once more embarrassed. "Yeah."

Sheila's eyes sparkled. "You know, you could be a real stud," she said. "You got a nice bod, and those, sweet, gorgeous eyes . . . ."

Now I really blushed. I fought down a smile as I smoked my cigarette and took a drag off my cigarette. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Sheila laughed softly.

"You're blushing!" she exclaimed, then laughed again. "God, that's so cute!"

I squirmed a little, scooting around in my seat, and flicked some ash out the window. I almost jumped when I felt Sheila's hand touch my right thigh. I turned my face, looking at hers. She was biting her lip in a way that even I understood meant she was horny. Still, the invisible looming presence of her boyfriend bothered me.

"Sheila . . . ."

"Yeah?"

I sighed. "Look," I said. "You're really nice, hanging out with me, and I don't know what's going on with you and your boyfriend, but . . . don't tease me, okay?"

Sheila pulled back, just a little, taking her hand from my leg. Her smile disappeared. "You think I'm just messing with you?" she asked.

I laughed nervously. "I don't know what you're doing with me," I blurted out. "It's New Year's Eve, and I figured you'd be bringing in the new year with a bang with Mr. Lawyer. Instead, you're chugging pints with me."

She sounded hurt when she spoke again. "If you don't want my company, you can take me back," she said. I watched as she took a deep swallow from her bottle.

I shifted in my seat, facing her. "It's not that," I said. I couldn't help but notice the way her tiny shorts revealed most of her ass. "It's just . . . I guess I wanna know why you're here, with me."

Sheila shrugged. "I like you," she said simply, not looking to me. She smiled. "I like you a lot, in fact."

I breathed in, feeling my heart dancing. "But . . . you have a boyfriend," I said.

Again, Sheila shrugged. "Maybe."

"'Maybe?'"

She faced me again. "Do you really like me?"

I sputtered for a moment. "Y-y-yeah. Of course."

She smiled slowly. "Do you want me?"

I swallowed thickly. "Yes."

Sheila suddenly grinned, and fell back in her seat. She nibbled her lower lip as she thought. Outside my car, a few others pulled up, none too close, but some closer than I would have wanted. I could hear a muffled variety of music.

"Are you kinky?" she asked at last. She wasn't looking at me, instead, she stared straight ahead, out through the windshield. The corner of her mouth that I could see was curled in a sly smile.

My arousal spiked instantly. I could feel warmth spreading from my chest right to my crotch. My jeans suddenly began to feel tight and constricting. "Um . . . like how?"

Sheila turned her head toward me, eyes gleaming with excitement. "You ever hear of doing it by the numbers?"

I swallowed nervously, but I was getting more turned on by the moment. "I, uh . . . I don't think so," I said.

"Well," said Sheila, then took a drink. She screwed the cap back on her bottle and stretched out with her arms reaching to the headrest behind her. Naturally, that made her back arch, showcasing her smooth, firm stomach and the points of her nipples stabbing through her top. "Basically, it means we do a different thing each time we're together, starting slow and working our way toward more . . . intimate things."

My heart was pounding. Was Sheila really saying what I was hearing? Maybe the music was twisting her words, or maybe the alcohol had gotten to me. I couldn't say anything without sounding like a dumb, inexperienced teenager, so I just stayed quiet, trying to keep from shaking.

"See, Number One is kissing, making out," Sheila continued, casually smoothing her hands down her lean, toned thighs. Her legs parted, not lewdly, but more than would be casual. I watched her fingers as they brushed the edges of her tiny boy shorts. Once again, my eyes were riveted to her barely-concealed, bulging pubic mound. "But we already did that," she added coyly.

My mouth felt dry. I forced my eyes up her body, to see her staring at me. She looked expectant. "So . . ." I cleared my throat. "Um . . . what's Number Two?"

She smiled slowly, flashing her pearly teeth. "Masturbating."

"I've already done that," I blurted out, before my brain could keep my lips from moving. I felt heat in my cheeks as I blushed again.

"Oh, really?" she asked, sitting up and turning to face me, leaning closer and pushing those gorgeous little breasts out toward me. "Do you fantasize about me when you jack off, Nate?"

I was embarrassed, flushed, hot in more ways than one. I couldn't meet her gaze, feeling almost ashamed at my partial admission. I flinched slightly when she touched my chin with her fingers and leaned closer still.

"Would it make you feel better if I told you that I've fantasized about fucking you?" she asked in a soft, sultry whisper.

I caught my breath, feeling my heart taking tumbles in my chest. She didn't really just say that, did she? Holy shit, I'm only twenty years old and I think I'm going to have a heart attack . . . .

I heard and felt her moving closer, insinuating herself before me. I realized my eyes were closed as I felt the heat of her body, the soft warm breath, flavored with caramel liquor, bathing my lips before I felt hers press against mine. She moaned softly as we kissed again, and I moaned back. Sheila was a little more aggressive this time, pushing me back in my seat and laying across my torso. She licked and sucked my lips, then kissed all around my chin and neck. Her hair was fine as gossamer as it flowed across my skin.

Finally, Sheila eased off, supporting herself over me. "Look at me, Nate."

I opened my eyes, hesitantly, not sure if I would see an angel hovering over me, or a bat-winged succubus. But it was just Sheila, existing somewhere in between those two extremes. She smiled sweetly, biting her lower lip. "Do you wanna see me naked?" she asked.

I breathed in, trembling at the highest peak of arousal I had ever experienced. Her eyes seemed to lend me the strength I needed to voice my desires. "God, yes," I said back.

Her hand smoothed down my chest, just to the edge of my jeans. "Well, I'm not getting naked unless you do," she said.

"Are you serious?" I asked, still feeling that nagging fear that I might be getting set up.

But Sheila's seductive smile remained. "Tell you what," she said, straightening. She cupped her breasts, her fingers slipping beneath the edge of her top. She slowly pulled the frilly pink garment down. "How's this for starters?"

I watched, my mouth watering as her lightly-tanned breasts came into view. As I had deduced, they were sublimely, perfectly round, as if a sphere had been sliced down the middle and the two halves attached to her chest. Jutting out from the middle of those poetry-inspiring mounds were stiff, dark pink nipples surrounded by the tiniest of areolas.

Sheila watched my face as she brushed her thumbs across her nipples, making them dance a little as they hardened and grew. She glanced down upon them, admiring them with a smile. Then, erotically, she cupped them firmly and pushed her breasts up, while tilting her head down and slipping her tongue out. I groaned as I watched Sheila lick her own nipples.

"You like that, baby?" she whispered, returning her devilish gaze to mine.

My cock was, by this point, insistently punching against my jeans. "Oh, fuck," I moaned.

Sheila giggled, then swiftly crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head, sliding the sleeves off her arms. She let it fall to the floorboard and sat, proudly and unashamedly topless, in my car. She pressed her hands together in her lap, her upper arms framing her cleavage, and gave me a pouting look. "Your turn," she cooed.

This wasn't a game, I finally realized. This wasn't a tease. Well, not in the accepted sense. Sheila was teasing me, but with the implied promise of the sweetest of rewards if I played along. With that realization, I felt emboldened, empowered. For whatever reason, Sheila wanted me, and I would be damned if I didn't do whatever it took to make my fantasies about her come true.

"My turn," I echoed with a smile, and sat up, pulling my shirt from my jeans. Sheila watched, her eyes blazing with excitement and interest as I pulled off my shirt. I tossed it in the back seat, let Sheila get a good look at my chest. I was a fairly stocky guy, but I kept in shape. Sheila certainly seemed to approve of my natural musculature and rounded shoulders, my somewhat tapered waist.

"Damn, you're sexy, Nate," she breathed, licking her lips. Her gaze settled on the obvious bulge in my jeans. She grinned. "I wanna see it."

I shuddered slightly. "Really?"

Sheila looked back to my face quickly, and she grinned. "Me first, right?"

I grinned back. "Sure."

Sheila glanced around outside the car, for the first time evidencing the slightest apprehension about what we were doing. But she didn't hesitate as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts and rolled back on the seat, curling her long, strong thighs toward her chest. In a swift move, accompanied by girlishly excited giggles, Sheila slid her shorts along her thighs down her leather-clad calves, off the rounded tips of her boots.

She wasn't wearing anything under them, which Sheila unabashedly revealed as she lowered her legs and parted them. I was glad for the fortuitous, if minimal, light at that moment. Her sleek pubic mound shone softly, revealing that Sheila left a single thin strip of hair just above her clitoris. Her vulva were puffy and baby-smooth, slightly parted to reveal the slender, sleek, coral-colored lips within.

"Like what you see?" she asked heatedly, then turned toward me, lifting her legs. She settled one booted foot on the headrest of my seat, rest the other on the dash before my steering wheel. Her glistening pink cunt parted wetly before my gaze. I was transfixed by the sight. The aroma of her excited sex permeated the air in the car. She smelled divine.

"Oh my God, you're gorgeous," I muttered.

Sheila giggled and stroked her slick pussy, making the inner lips spread out like butterfly wings. Her clitoris swelled, slowly peeking out from beneath the thick hood. She framed it with her fingers, spreading herself open for my inspection. "You're just saying that because I'm showing you my pussy," she said playfully.

"No, I always thought you were gorgeous," I said, staring at Sheila's brazenly exposed cunt and rubbing myself through my jeans.

"Do I turn you on, Nate?"

I suddenly laughed, watching her fingers becoming wet and shiny as she stroked her near-hairless pussy. "You really have to ask?"

"Show me," she urged, then lifted her hand to her face, staring into my eyes as she sucked on her slippery fingers. Her eyes fluttered a moment as she tasted her own nectar. "Show me how hard your cock is."

I was gone by that point. Taken in and seduced by Sheila's sexuality, lost to any control I may have had over myself. But really, did I want to be in control? It was such a delicious turn-on to do what Sheila wanted, to follow her lead and let myself be guided. For, surely, there could be only pleasure in the future if I did so.

Eagerly, I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, curling up a little as I shoved them down to my knees. Sheila stared openly at my cock as it bobbed out, so hard that it hovered above my abdomen. Even in such dim light, the glistening bulb of moisture at the tip was noticeable.

"Oh, baby," she swooned. "Damn, that's beautiful."

I moaned, automatically wrapping my hand around my shaft. I had never heard my cock described as 'beautiful' before, but I was not about to argue with Sheila. Especially since, the moment I exposed myself to her, she began rubbing her slippery cunt with real purpose.

"Stroke it, baby," Sheila urged me, massaging her plump lips and stiff clit with more and more insistence. She seemed riveted to the sight of my hard dick. "Jack that gorgeous fucking cock . . . ."

Even with the alcohol I had imbibed, I was more turned on than I could remember. I stared at Sheila, watching the way she lay against the passenger door of my car, madly rubbing and stroking her pussy, her face contorted with pleasure, her free hand massaging and pinching her breasts. I jacked my cock faster and faster, inhaling the pure, rich aroma of her aroused pussy. I wanted to lean over, dive in, taste the sweet fluid as it seeped from the source. But that was against the rules, I somehow understood.

"Nate!" she gasped. "Oh, baby! Are you gonna cum?" she asked breathlessly, now slipping a slick finger deep inside her hole, fucking herself madly. The smacking noises of her palm against her mound filled the car. Sheila was so wet that the insides of her thighs, the firm cheeks of her ass, literally dripped with fluid.

I was masturbating at a lightning pace, squeezing the head of my cock on each upstroke as my other hand kneaded my balls. "I'm close!" I gasped.

"Oh, yeah! Yeah! YEAH!" She shrieked, then arched her back off the seat, thrusting her saturated cunt into the air. And just as she erupted, gasping and moaning and crying and panting, the sky outside the car was filled with the explosive bursts of multi-colored fireworks.

I barely registered them as I felt my own orgasm roar through me with the power and intensity of a tidal wave. I lifted my own hips off the seat, squeezing my dick tightly as I felt the pulses of fluid race through it. I managed to announce that I was cumming just before the thick spurts of pent-up cream gushed out. I watched Sheila's flushed face as she witnessed the lances of sperm that shot from my cock onto my chest and abdomen.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried, then shuddered again, almost violently, digging two fingers deep inside her pussy and squeezing. She watched avidly as I stroked out every last spurt and dribble of semen. The last few drops oozed down over my fingers. My mind was heady with pleasure. Never did I think it would be so intense to masturbate with a woman, watching each other cum.

We finally settled down, regaining our breath. The windows had become steamy, I suddenly noticed. Outside, fireworks continued to explode high overhead, painting a kaleidoscope upon our sweaty, naked, satisfied bodies.

Sheila uncurled her legs and leaned across me, smothering me with another deep kiss. I kissed her back, licking deep in her mouth. She broke the kiss and leaned back just a little, staring into my eyes. "Happy New Year, Nate," she whispered.

I chuckled. "Hell, yeah, it is," I responded.

Sheila giggled, then suddenly grabbed my hand and sucked on my fingers, cleaning them of cum. She smiled upon me with heavy eyes, a thick dollop of cream decorating her chin. She smacked her glossy lips. "Mmm," she moaned softly, breathing out. She ran her hand across my stomach, smearing it with my thick seed. "Can we stay naked like this, until the fireworks are over?" she asked, cuddling against me.

I ran my hand across her naked, narrow back, reaching her firm cheeks and giving them a squeeze. "You think I'm stupid?"

Sheila laughed, nuzzling my chest. "Mmm," she moaned softly. "I can't wait for Number Three."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked.

Sheila lifted her head and smiled up at me. "Uh-huh," she said softly. "That's where we masturbate each other."

My cock twitched, despite being spent. "Really?"

She bit her lip, then kissed me on the lips. "But that's for next time, baby."

I brushed Sheila's bangs with my fingers. "When's the next time?"

She rolled her shoulders slowly. "I guess . . . the next time we work together," she said.

To be continued . . . .